Dear Friday,

I have something I have to say.

I know I’m getting older, but honestly, it feels like you are the one changing.

I remember when it used to be you that I looked forward to the most. I knew that you were a low-stress day and a high-fun night. We were close. You reeked of relaxation and good times. Nothing got my down, because you were finally here.

But now, you make me tired. Really tired. I get home from work (where it is as hard as any other day) and I don’t want to make any plans because I know that by about 8:59pm, I’ll be ready to hit the ole sackerooni. There’s no TGIF here. That died with “Full House” original episodes.

You don’t even seem like yourself anymore. I just have to tell you like it is.

You feel like Tuesday. I’m sorry.